Zed Smith didn't say anything for a long time, so Ghost didn't urge him.
They all stood behind Zed Smith, waiting for his answer.
After a long time, Master Smith stood out from the crowd.
"Zed, let's make a decision. Freda can't wait now. The more time it takes, the more dangerous she will be." Master Smith said sadly.
He could only force himself to stand out and be the bad guy. After all, if the medicine failed, no one was willing to bear the name of killing Freda.
"How confident can you be?" Zed Smith asked.
Ghost lowered his head and said, "I don't know."
"Will she wake up?"
"I don't know."
"Will there be any sequelae?"
"I don't know."
It could be said that he didn't know how to answer these questions and Zed Smith didn't know what to do.
Ghost suggested, "Zed, you can talk to Freda first and then decide."
Ghost gave Zed Smith a chance to calm down. Although the body of Freda looked horrible and full of tubes, it was at least temporarily stable and not too bad.